Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.